PAGE SIX
THE ECHO
April, 1945
G
OOLSBY
LEANING
(BY JOHN GOOLSBY)
Well, good people, here we are,
well into the spring of 1945, and
many things have happened that
make our hearts rejoice. One of
them is the knowledge that ouf
armies are sweeping relentlessly
forward on all battle fronts to a
glorious peace. It is with special
pride that we reflect on the young
men and women of Ecusta as well
as the rest of the nation, who help
constitute the military might of
America, and whose valor and un
flinching devotion are making
this peace seem closer day by
day. And yet we do not forget to
pause silently in honor of our
sons who have made the supreme
sacrifice.
Again we stop and think of our
Ecusta boys and the rest of fel
low Americans fighting on for
eign soil, undergoing untold pri
vations of all kinds, defending our
homes and our country, unto
death, if need be.
, Let this be oiu- prayer: May the
Great Shepherd send his guard
ian angel to minister unto you,
protect you, and send you back
to your honies, with peace and
happiness in all hearts.
Recently I got a letter from a
friend of ours, a sailor now in
the Pacific. This is about the way
it went:
“A sailor is a guy who is work
ed too hard, gets too little sleep,
takes abuses that no civilian
could take, does every imaginable
job at every hour of the night,
never seems to get paid, never
knows where he is going, can
seldom tell you where he has
been, accepts the worst with
complete resignation. And last
but not least, he kinda likes it;
you know why? When you are
sort of tirtfd and have been up
since 4 A. M., working like H.
all day, and about to hit the sack,
a voice shouts over the loud
speaker, ‘0. K., turn to work de
tail!’ Then you unload a ship’s
cargo of perishable, refrigerated
food; you are ready to die at 2
A. M., but the, job must be fin
ished before dawn; soon you don’t
care whether you Jive or die, and
suddenly you are a sailor. It is
over and you did it and you think
of all the civilians you know, and
wonder how they would act in
similar • case, and you begin to
grin; you grin because you arc
not scared of anything and you
realize-that there is nothing that
you cannot face.”
I wonder if any of us give this
a thought when asked to do some
thing extra to help out the war
effort; this is just one branch of
the service; the other ones are
doing just as much or more. This
causes us to'think a little, does
n’t it?
(The above is an excerpt from
an authentic letter,)
Fine Paper Findings
By EILEEN NELSON
In our first contribution to the
Echo, we invite you to come with
us on a trip through the Fine Pa
per Dept, to get acquainted.
We’ll start at the Lay Boy,
where you’ll find Jimmy Reese
and Groode Loftis. Up in front is
Josie Clarke pinch-hitting for
Frances Patterson while Frances is
vacationing in Baltimore. Busy
at inspecting are Dot Gray, “Dof”
Fulton, Mary Prince, Rachel Ham
lin, Edith Wright and Margaret
Ponder.
Moving and stacking paper are
Logan Lane and Bobby Mitchem.
Bobby is filling in since Earle
Brock left us to attend Navy
Trade school.
Over at the cutter James Hen
son and Alfred Galloway are
trimming reams, while the two
packing tables are going full
speed. The packers are TVIitch
Taylor, Evelyn Morrow and Lo-
rena O’Kelley. At the other table
Babe Norton, Hester Brooks, Ina
Burns and “Dobbin” McCrary are
lifting reams. Mary Watson sep
arates trim.
We miss Rosalie Galloway. She
is staying at home, now—keeping
house for Alfred.
Over in the corner, Roy Crow
der and “Red” Galloway are seal
ing cartons.
And that completes our intro
duction to the Fine Paper Dept.
We’ll be seeing you every month
in the Echo. So long, ’till next
month.
get out of bed.
She’ll pick up a teapot, and
throw at his head.’
WHO’S WHO
—BY STAFF WRITERS—
ERWIN SCHRANZ
An elderly man was telling me
the ■ other day that he was out
for his morning walk and noticed
a small boy trying to reach a door
bell, which happened to be about
an inch too high for him. Wish
ing to do his good deed for the
day, he walked over and rang
the bell for the little fellow. Then
he remarked, “Now, my little
man, what else can I do for you?”
The boy replied, “Run like H—
mister that’s what I’m going to
do.”
The following poem will prob
ably fit in here
“She is an angel in truth, a dem
on in fiction,
A woman is the greatest of all
contradiction.
She’s afraid of a roach, she will
scream at a mouse.
But she’ll tackle a husband as big
as a house.
She’ll take him for better, she’ll
take him for worse.
Put a lump on his head, and then
be his nurse.
^nd when is well and can
“Keep watch on your words, my
friends.
For words are wonderful things.
They are sweet like the bees
fresh honey.
But like bees, they have terrible
stings.
They can cut, in strife or anger,
Like an open, two-edged knife;
They can bless like the warm,
glad sunshine,
And brighten a lonely life.-
Keep them back if they’re cold
or cruel.
Under bar and lock and seal.
The wounds they make in peo
ple
Are always slow to heal.
God guard your lips, and ever.
From the time of your early
youth
May the words you daily utter
Be the words of beautiful truth.”
(I think this is worth remem
bering and practicing by every
man, woman and child.)
JIM RIGDON
DOROTHY JOHNSON
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ERWIN SCHRANZ, Ecusta’s
chief draftsman, is a native of
Beme, Switzerland, and came
to America at the ag^ of 12,
accompanied by his mother.
His early schooling was in
Switzerland, Brooklyn, N. Y.
and Clingfield, N. J. He grad
uated from Stratford high school
Bridgeport, Conn. After grad
uation, he served as toolmaker’s
apprentice, and for ten years
was draftsman for Remington
Arms Co. While on vacation in
Western North Carolina, Mr.
Schranz decided to se,ttle here,
beginning to work at Ecusta in
1941. He’s now a full fledged
member of the Five-Year Club
and says Ecusta is the finest
firm he’s ever been employed
by. Mr. Schranz was married to
Edna Earle Nanney, Research
Lab. employee, on Easter, 1944.
Swimming and communing with
nature are his favorite pastimes.
DOROTHY JOHNSON, effici
ent chemist, came to tte Ck>n-
trol Laboratory two weeks af
ter her graduation in June 1941
from Woman’s College of the
University of N. C., Greensboro.
Two years later she went to
the Analytical Laboratory where
she works with science and its
mysteries (to us). Although she
is a Bostonian by birth, she has
lived and gone to school in
Greensboro, N. C., living now in
Brevard with her mother and
“younger sister. Dot, who was
instrumental • in organizing the
Business and Professional Wom
en’s club in Brevard, is now lo
cal president and district direc
tor of that club, has always been
active in club work. At Wom
an’s College, where she majored
in chemistry, she was president
of the Chemistry Club, and elec
trician for the “Play Likers”.
Her hobby, too, pertains to sci
ence—she collects butterflies
and moths. Dot admitted her
weakness for thriller movies
and reading.
aseigee, Jackson county, went
to grammar school there and
fanned with his father there
for three years after his grad
uation at Rosman. He is a mem
ber of Control’s baseball team,
Ecusta’s basketball team and
a reporter of the Echo. Jim,
Mrs. Rigdon and their three
little girls live at Pisgah For
est. There was no hesitation
when we asked Jim his hobby—
it’s fishing!
Let me close with this: You
never see or hear of people
throwing stones at trees unless
they are loaded with fruit.
.So long.
JUST FOR COMPANY
POP: “And that, my son, is
how the first World War was
won.”
SON: “Pop, why did they need
all those other soldiers?’
JIM RIGDON, quiet and un
assuming, is the assistant fore
man of Landscape. He’s been an
employee of Ecusta since Octo
ber, ’41, when he was with
Bob Bolt. When Mr. Bolt en
tered military service in Jan.
’42, Jim was appointed to assist'
Mr. Fred McCann, the new
landscape foreman. He gets
around, as you might guess,
since his duties are planting
and caring for flowers, shrub
bery and lawns over all the mill
grounds. Jim is a graduate of
Rosman high school, where he
played basketball for four
years, being captain for two
years; but he was bom in Tuck-
Refining Dept. News
By JACK RHODES
The Refining Room was very
deeply shocked to learn of the
death of Clinton Greene. One of
the members of the Five-Year
Club, and also of the bowling
team, he will be genuinely missed.
As a co-worker, he was of the
best, willing and eager to help in
any way that might benefit an
Ecusta product. His friendly smile
and greetings, which were char
acteristic of his very fine nature
and likable personality, will al
ways remain with those who knew
and liked him at, or away from,
work.
We’re glad to learn that Mrs.
M. J. Lance is recovering rapidly
from an operation.
The Refining Dept, extends it's
sympathy to Mr. and Mrs. B. Kil
patrick on the recent loss of
their infant daughter.